Playtesting Gold

I had Joe and Remi over to playtest Cowboys With Big Hearts last night, and I was walking them through cowboy generation, when they both looked up at me expectantly.

“So who are you playing?” Joe asked.

And we all laughed after I explained that the game had a GM.

(The Death Brothers were a pair of eyepatch-wearing goth gunfighters with a large family and an army of henchmen, including Mexican bad-men in black sombreros, a concept I find terrifying. The big reveal at the end was that the orphans were actually their children, and Joe’s guy was mercilessly gunned down when his enlarged, rheumatic heart made it impossible for him to even lift his gun. Remi played a syphilitic whose nickname was “fuck-stick”. It was fun and informative.)